there was a quiet sigh of relief as he let her in. not that she had really expected him to decline her plea for help ——but with the way her day had been going, buffy would have only counted it as one more blow in a long succession of punches back. she was already reaching for her phone to pull up an image of a piece of parchment they’d found with some very vague almost-information. but in truth, if what the entity had told her was true, its existence predated text itself.
❛ the first evil ——heard of it ? said its been around since before man and demons so we’ve had a helluva time tracking down any details. ❜
without being offered a seat, she slumps into the nearest chair and everything about the events leading up to her presence at his door seem to weigh over her, dripping down the slayer’s form.
❛ i don’t know how to fight it because it’s apparently not an it, it’s not a thing, not physical or something ——i don’t know, giles tried to explain it but i’m going bonkers trying to figure this thing out and, to be honest, i’m coming up empty. ❜
It had been a long while since he had seen Buffy. Demons, vampires, the whole shebang. A tough, arduous fight but in the end, the “good guys” won. Peace was restored. He had to hand it to the Buffy: she had a fight in her. You should never count the Slayer out because she’d find a way to overcome the odds.
He turned, following her to his small living room. Sitting down, he rested his hands in his lap. Cain had been silent until she stopped speaking. He didn’t want to interrupt her. The mention of the ancient entity brought an uncharacteristic flash of alarm across his face. Well, the First Evil definitely rang some bells. It wasn’t every day he came across something that was older than him.
Cain frowned, “I have heard of it. I had the misfortune of encountering it in my younger years,” An unpleasant memory, “From what I have heard, the First Evil has been relatively dormant for a while,” or perhaps, it was focusing on other things, “This sounds like a big problem you have dragged to my doorstep,” Not that he was particularly complaining.